*Note: This is my first submission - feedback is appreciated!
It's true, sometimes when I am having sex with my husband, I imagine myself back in college during the most sexually exciting time of my life. You would never know it to look at me now, but when I was in my early twenties I was wild. Today I am just another proper mother in our staid and quiet neighborhood, making dinner and picking up the kids from their various clubs and activities. My husband is a good man and tries to please me, but even he doesn't know the shameful and exciting secrets of my past.
It started the night of my twenty-first birthday. A few of my best friends had dragged me out to a popular bar on campus and had insisted upon dressing me up for the occasion. At the time I was still a fairly naive and shy girl and I didn't feel comfortable in the tiny black mini-skirt and flashy red halter top. I wore spike heels, borrowed from my friend Cassie, and was trying to look confident in the unfamiliar footwear. Cassie and Tanya insisted on telling everyone in the place that it was my birthday, ensuring that several good looking and flirtatious guys noticed me and offered to buy drinks for our table.
I was starting to loosen up with the alcohol and was becoming flirtatious myself, when I noticed a man in the corner looking intensely at me. I say man because even then I sensed that he was not just another college boy looking for fun, but an experienced man who knew what he wanted. He had dark wavy hair, almost black, and dark eyes. They fixed on me every time I glanced in his direction. I found myself feeling drawn to him, but also nervous and awkward. I wasn't sure if I should be flattered at his attention or wary. Eventually I had to get up and head to the ladies room, surprised at how buzzed I felt. I didn't normally drink at all and I was starting to get a little dizzy. I didn't realize how many drinks I'd had and gave brief thought to telling my friends I was ready to go back to our apartment for the night. As I stood there in the cramped hallway outside the restrooms I heard someone come up behind me. I turned to make room so he could get by and realized it was him, the mysterious man with the intense eyes. "Hi," I said nervously.
"Happy birthday," he replied in a deep smooth voice that sent shivers down my spine and, I must admit, blood rushing to my pussy.
"I saw you before, across the room, looking at me," I stammered out. "You must have heard my friends telling everyone about my birthday. Sorry – I'm Christine." I felt my face heat up. I desperately wanted to seem older and sophisticated, but everything was coming out wrong.
"Well, Christine. Would you like a special treat for your birthday?"
Oh God, just standing this close to him was making my nipples hard and my pussy moist. He was tall, several inches over me, even in my heels. He had wide shoulders and I could see dark hair peeking out of his buttoned-up navy shirt. The cologne he was wearing was intoxicating and I was ready to do whatever he wanted me to do as long as I could stand this close to him forever. He crooked an eyebrow at me and I realized that I hadn't answered his question.
"Oh, sure. What kind of treat?" He smiled and offered me his hand.
"Come with me and you'll soon see." I took his hand and felt myself leaning in closer to his body.
"OK. Where are we going?" He didn't answer, instead pulled me behind him and opened an unlabeled door just past the restrooms. There was no light on and all I could see in the dim light from the hallway were a few boxes and shelves before he closed the door behind me, leaving us in total darkness.
